He nodded, bent over, and kissed my cheek. "I'm in your debt, China. If you ever need a loan-''
"Thanks," I said, and grinned. "There's nothing like having your own personal banker."
When Tom had gone, Mother Winifred looked down at the paper folded between her fingers. "It seems that today is a day for coming to conclusions. The message that Sister Dominica brought-it's the result of Sister Perpetua's autopsy. There was no trace of digitalis in her system. She died of simple cardiac arrest." She lifted her eyes heavenward. "Praise God," she said fervently.
And damn the doctor, I thought. Dumb as a box of rocks. But I was glad for St. T's and glad for Perpetua. She had lived to the end of her time and left when she was ready. I was even glad for Ruth, who had told all of the truth in her confession the night before.
We sat for a moment in silence. ' T suppose I must face the problem of Sister Ruth," Mother said at last. "The decision is mine to make, you see. Reverend Mother has asked me to stay on as abbess."
I wasn't surprised. Considering everything that had happened, not even Reverend Mother General would want to make a change in St. Theresa's leadership now. "I hope you're not too unhappy," I said. "I know you wanted to get back to your garden."
Mother looked out across the neatly kept enclosure, her gaze lingering with love on the subtle winter textures and colors. Her sigh was very light. "I suppose the sisters are
my garden," she said. "They are the growing things I am meant to cultivate and serve." A twinkle came and went and her voice grew determined. "I will simply have to be firm about my own priorities, that's all."
I smiled, wondering if she knew that she was speaking for me as well as herself. I was already starting to make a list of my priorities, and I wasn't surprised to find Mc-Quaid's name at the very top, with Brian's beside it. The shop came next, but I would be making some changes there. When I got home-
But mat could wait. I still had a question or two for Mother Winifred. "What about Ruth?" I asked. "What will happen to her?"
Mother turned back to me. "Last night, I saw that she is a desperately sick woman. She needs a great deal of counseling and strict supervision, which can't possibly be provided here. But the problem is more complicated than that. Olivia and Regina knew that she was responsible for Mother Hilaria's death and that she was setting the fires. What is it you call them-accessories after the fact? Before I can make any decisions, I must ask your legal opinion." She took a deep breath, as if she were steeling herself for my answer. ' 'Tell me what will happen after the authorities charge Ruth with Hilaria's death."
"Sister Ruth isn't going to be charged, Mother," I said. "A murder charge would never stick, and the county attorney won't try for voluntary manslaughter. If Ruth were not a nun, she might be charged with injury to an elderly person-that's a Class A misdemeanor, for which she could get a year in jail or a two-thousand-dollar fine. But the county attorney would probably settle for reckless conduct, which is only six months and a thousand dollars tops, hardly worth the expense of a trial. He wouldn't even consider an accessory charge against Olivia or Regina."
Mother shook her head. "You sound so sure."
"I've made plenty of mistakes since I got here," I said ruefully, "but I'm sure about this. Not even Stu Walters would be dumb enough to charge a nun."
Mother's face was bleak. "Then she'll get away with Hilaria's murder."
I reached for her hand. "People get away with murder all the time, Mother. Sometimes the police do a lousy job. Sometimes it's the prosecution that screws up. And sometimes the defense outmaneuvers everybody else, or hires better experts, or gets a lucky break." I made myself stop. This was one of my hot-button topics. "If you're looking for justice," I said more gently, "you'll have to make your own. The penance you assign will be the only justice Ruth will face-until Judgment Day, anyway."
Mother seemed to relax a little. "Well," she said, "I'm glad you got this whole unhappy business wrapped up. Oh, by the way, I should tell you that Dwight gave me his notice this morning. He's going to work for the Town-sends."
"I'm not surprised," I said. I paused. "Now that everything's out in the open, Mother, what's going to happen to the community?"
"Reverend Mother and I haven't talked about it yet, but in view of the way things have turned out-I'm thinking of the trust fund, of course-I'm confident that St. Theresa's will be allowed to pursue its mission without any more interference."
"And the sisters who want to leave?"
"They're free to go as soon as they can make arrangements. Olivia, too, of course." She smiled. "She isn't so different from Hilaria, you know. She has the same determination, the same drive. With maturity and experience, I expect she'll do quite well-somewhere else." She looked at me. "Like Tom, we're in your debt, China. Is there something we can offer you, something we can do, to repay you?"
I thought about that. "You might ask Sister Gabriella and her crew for a special prayer for next Sunday," I said. "I understand that the Cowboys are up against the 'Niners."
RESOURCES
For readers who are interested in herbs, the following may be helpful.
1. If you're intrigued by St. Theresa's garlic farm and would like to start your own, read Growing Great Garlic, by Ron Engeland (Filaree Productions, Rt. 1, Box 162, Okanogan, WA 98840). If you're hungry for St. T's simple, earthy way of life, A Garlic Testament: Seasons on a Small New Mexico Farm, by Stanley Crawford, HarperCollins, 1992, is delightful soul food. Or if you're simply hungry, try Glorious Garlic: A Cookbook, by Charlene A. Braida.
2. You'll find a discussion of foxglove (definitely not an herb to experiment with!), in Mrs. M. Grieve's A Modern Herbal, which actually isn't all that modern. Dover Publications, 31 E. 2nd St., Mineola, NY 11501, has republished the original 1931 edition, unabridged. See pages 323-326. Steven Foster includes more up-to-date information on the plant's phytomedicinal qualities in Herbal Renaissance (1984, Peregrine Smith Books, Layton, UT 84041).
3. The biblical plants Mother Winifred has placed in her garden are only a few of those she might have included. Two books on the subject are Gardening with Biblical Plants, by W. James (Nelson-Hall, 1983), and Bible Plants for American Gardens, by Eleanor Anthony King (1942, republished by Dover). While I was planning Rueful Death, The Herb Quarterly published a fascinating article (Fall, 1994, pp. 26-31) about the construction of the Rodef Sha-
lorn Biblical Garden in Pittsburgh, revealing some of the hidden mysteries of garden plotting.
4. My thanks go to Madalene Hill, Texas herbalist and past president of the Herb Society of America, for the reminder that rue is a powerful rubefacient-that it has the ability to redden skin and even to blister. In Southern Herb Growing (Shearer Publishing, 1987, p. 113), Madalene and her daughter Gwen Barclay relate this interesting anecdote, contributed by Mary Jo Modica, from the University of Alabama Arboretum:
Several volunteers and I were working in the herb garden in shorts on a very sunny day… We were weeding near a large rue that was in flower and fruit. Two days later we all had second-degree burns on our legs and arms… After a great deal of research, we discovered the rubefacient power of rue is not to be taken lightly. Evidently, everywhere the glandular flowers and fruits touched us, the oils they released magnified the rays of the sun, resulting in very painful burns.